I got through my latest medical procedure, or should I say, my latest operation.
I was nervous as all heck on Friday morning, but even though I might have sounded like I was nuts, I kept on singing this one, particular song out loud and in my head to help relax me.
"Lazy Sunday" by The Small Faces.
Part of the song's refrain served to calm me down.
"Close my eyes and drift away."
Here are the lyrics to the song, which was never a hit in America, but was huge in Europe nearly 60 years ago.
This came from Songfacts (https://www.songfacts.com/lyrics/small-faces/lazy-sunday).
A-wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours?
But they make it very clear, they've got no room for ravers
They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall
They doing me crust in, it's no good at all, ah
Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
I close my eyes and drift away-a
Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow
Gor blimey, hello Mrs. Jones, how's old Bert's lumbago? (he mustn't grumble)
(Tweedle-dee) I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune (twiddly-dee)
To sing in your party while you souse at the moon (oh yeah)
Lazy Sunday afternoon, I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away-a
Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de-doy-di
A-root-de-doot-de-dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo-dee (doo-doo, doo-doo)
There's no one to hear me, there's nothing to say
And no one can stop me from feeling this way, yeah
Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away
Lazy Sunday afternoon
But they make it very clear, they've got no room for ravers
They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall
They doing me crust in, it's no good at all, ah
Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
I close my eyes and drift away-a
Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow
Gor blimey, hello Mrs. Jones, how's old Bert's lumbago? (he mustn't grumble)
(Tweedle-dee) I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune (twiddly-dee)
To sing in your party while you souse at the moon (oh yeah)
Lazy Sunday afternoon, I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away-a
Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de-doy-di
A-root-de-doot-de-dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo-dee (doo-doo, doo-doo)
There's no one to hear me, there's nothing to say
And no one can stop me from feeling this way, yeah
Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away
Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
I don't really know how this song came to mind, but I guess the refrain did it.
I was super nervous, but the anesthesiologist put me out, and I came to after about 45 minutes with apple juice and Famous Amos cookies, the latter of which I have always loved.
I was pretty woozy for the remainder of Friday into early Saturday, but I was OK, but still a bit off, by Saturday afternoon into Sunday and today.
My "Week of Hell" is over, but I have at least one more procedure to go through, probably next month.
And then, maybe my worries will be fully diagnosed, and then made better.
I think it has come down to maintenance; like you would service a car, I am going to happen to regularly service myself, to ensure that these things do not come back.
But let's not put the cart before the horse.
There is still plenty to take care of before I can claim good health.
And that is my goal.
Nothing less..
I think I am going to be OK, but let's see.
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